Mycelium

I held my hand on my warm, wet chest, morbidly picking and poking at the throbbing marks of the claws on my flesh. I dropped my simple wooden spear, black with the charring in my fire, rough from the sharpening by my knife, and stained with the blood of the thing that attacked me. It … Continue reading Mycelium →

Dawn?

The girl ran with the sun in her pocket. She was almost there, and she couldn’t afford to give up now. There was too much at stake. She could feel it digging into her leg. She could feel it scorching her calf into practically nothing. She could hear the Serpent on her tail, breathing down … Continue reading Dawn? →

The Empty

He couldn’t think of any way to identify this place. It wasn’t small, that much was true. It wasn’t large either. It wasn’t ugly, but it wasn’t pretty. It wasn’t hot, but it wasn’t cold. It wasn’t barren, nor was it verdant. It wasn’t dark, nor was it bright. There were no people, that much … Continue reading The Empty →

The Tomb of the Tyrant: Part 2

He found a cliff and leapt off, grabbing an updraft and curving it towards the Tomb. He didn’t know exactly what he was going to see there, but he knew that it he’d probably not encounter anything good. Ossus the Tyrant had been quite powerful even without his vast resources and army. It was even … Continue reading The Tomb of the Tyrant: Part 2 →

The Tomb of the Tyrant

He ran on the wind. The wind was high and powerful, the sort that most people simply mounted and rode, but not Elmond. Elmond was a daredevil, always was, always would be, and he was getting more than his share of adrenaline as he ran today. Running across the wind, over the clouds, he soared … Continue reading The Tomb of the Tyrant →

Stuck in Stone

The man is petrified. There was a time when he would stare into world with his solid stone eyes and panic in his solid stone prison. When he would try to move, to speak, to scream, anything at all, but couldn't. But that was long ago, the panic has subsided. And yet, he finds that … Continue reading Stuck in Stone →

The Mourning Mountain

I found myself standing atop the Mourning Mountain one day, so named because it was in mourning. I didn't quite find my way there, so much as the way found me. I walked along the path, and my sight, my soul, my self, were lost and left behind as I walked on. The path swallowed … Continue reading The Mourning Mountain →

The Castle-Part 2

The man walked on through the courtyard, if it could be called that. He felt some deep draw towards the front entrance, and felt as if there was some room waiting for him in the heart of the castle. When he entered, the hall around him was shrouded in iridescent, translucent carpets and curtains that … Continue reading The Castle-Part 2 →

Wonder’s Witness: The World that Breathes

Let’s start on a more optimistic note for my tales, shall we? It is doubtful that you have ever left the face of this planet. Even if you have, it is extraordinarily doubtful that you have been to the planet which is now known as Lanaros. It’s a wonderful place, always accommodating for travellers. If … Continue reading Wonder’s Witness: The World that Breathes →